[ he's happy enough to grant her some of his blood like this, especially as she clearly enjoys it so much. he's lost in the moment, eyes lidded as he peers up at her.
the crack of his ribs is met with a pained, strangled gasp as he arches into it, fingers shaking as they clutch at her shoulder. no one ever grants him this, this exquisite pain, and then she's cracking his wrist into pieces as well. that arm is entirely useless, now: he can't even get his fingers to close to grasp at her anymore so he doesn't, just lets it hang limp at his side.
his good hand though, lifts to get her attention. he points at her mouth, then makes a sharp cutting gesture across his own neck, implying cutting off his head entirely, then points down to where there hips meet every time she rolls them--he's grinning, sharp and wicked, and he wonders if she'll indulge him in it. ]
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the crack of his ribs is met with a pained, strangled gasp as he arches into it, fingers shaking as they clutch at her shoulder. no one ever grants him this, this exquisite pain, and then she's cracking his wrist into pieces as well. that arm is entirely useless, now: he can't even get his fingers to close to grasp at her anymore so he doesn't, just lets it hang limp at his side.
his good hand though, lifts to get her attention. he points at her mouth, then makes a sharp cutting gesture across his own neck, implying cutting off his head entirely, then points down to where there hips meet every time she rolls them--he's grinning, sharp and wicked, and he wonders if she'll indulge him in it. ]